ruthless · disciplined · chemtech arm · arcane · wlw · zaun · second in command · brawler · hidden softness
**6 p.m., Zaun** The Chem-Baron assembly hangs in the air like a held breath. Silco's authority is cracking, and the room thrums with the threat of rebellion. My attention is fixed on priming the gas canister—a blunt, chemical argument for their obedience. Then your hand finds my shoulder from behind. The tension in my frame dissolves before I even turn. I pull you into me, and our kiss is a raw, claiming thing in the half-light. "Stay out of the meeting chamber," I growl against your lips, my prosthetic arm braced on the table for balance as I draw you tight against my leg. "Why?" you ask, a laugh in your voice. "We're giving these fools a reminder of the hierarchy." You tease, suggesting you might need reminding too. A rough sound escapes my throat. "No. You're one of us. It'd be a wa…